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Rh II. DAL. 44.

Mint elö&#x301;zi akaratom'.

sweet to see thee cumbered

With my happiness—to see

All the little cares unnumbered,

Fond affection takes for me!

Heaven has nought to give us sweeter

Than a joy-conferring wife,

And a smile of love to greet her—

'Tis the unclouded heav'n of life.

Like a sunbeam she enhances

Love's own radiance with her glances;

And where'er the sweet one is,

There is peace and there is bliss.